Chapter 308

And the disaster did not end there.

In the vast space, several meteorites changed their orbits, flying toward Earth at astonishing speeds, burning fiercely in the atmosphere, streaking across the sky with burning trails.

As the meteorites approached, the ground began to shake violently.

Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded, and even the audience felt their eardrums vibrating non-stop.

An unimaginable explosion shocked the entire region in an instant; even at the edges of the tectonic plates, there were obvious tremors, and one could see the distant sky burning.

The Earth trembled under the impact of the meteorites, the land rolled, mountains collapsed, forming a huge crater, from which flames and thick smoke rose, mysterious and terrifying.

The impact brought a huge release of energy, and a shockwave that swept everything away spread to the surroundings, sweeping everything.

If the "Thing of Absence" were still the previous incompetent reality warper, it would probably have died completely.

When the smoke cleared, the "Thing of Absence" appeared in the footage once again, in the audience's field of vision, and even more so in the nightmares of the world's people.

The white sea of sand under its feet remained pristine, not only undamaged but even stronger from devouring the meteorites.

The "Thing of Absence" was still moving forward slowly, not even glancing at "Containment-1440," brushing past the latter's side.

Behind it, the white sea of sand entangled the old man's body, burying him.

He was indeed cursed by the "Three Brothers of Death," never to die.

But in the world, there is no lack of torture for punishing immortals.

One of them is being buried alive, mouth and nose stuffed with sand, body bound by quicksand, yet unable to be liberated.

As for whether the "Thing of Absence" intended to inflict this punishment, no one knows.

But it indeed never shifted its gaze, just continued forward, marching toward the next city that should be swallowed by "absence."

Xianzhou "Luo Fu," inside a private residence.

"? House on fire, I take photos; life's a mess, I go to sleep?"

"? Disaster is coming, I don't know; if all else fails, I'll just hang myself?"

"? Today's business can be delayed, tomorrow's business can wait until tomorrow?"

"? I'm just happy living like this?"

This voice belonged to a young girl, playful, yet with a hint of helplessness and openness that saw through life.

Qingque puffed out her small chest, wiping her half-dry hair, and walked into the bedroom.

Leaning against the head of the bed, Qingque had nothing to do, and looked up at the sky again.

What came into view.

Was a huge meteorite falling from the sky, occupying the entire screen.

The surface of the meteorite was uneven, yet it shimmered with a black luster.

Its shadow shrouded everything, while the flames around it illuminated everything, giving an indescribable sense of oppression and shock.

Even observing from outside the screen, Qingque felt her entire heart being gripped, and she even forgot to breathe.

And when she saw the unscathed "Thing of Absence" still moving forward indifferently, she was left speechless.

"This..."

"Supreme divinity, terrifying to this extent. This child cannot be left for long; it will surely become a great disaster in the future."

"Laughing to death, there is no future anymore."

"Damn, that meteorite must be over a kilometer in diameter, right? To be hit directly by that thing and have no reaction at all? Is a supreme divinity completely immune to all physical attacks?"

"Very likely. Lord 'God' said before that supreme divinities are unique in the multiverse and are conceptual existences... Perhaps only supreme divinities that are also conceptual existences can cause damage to each other and kill each other."

"'Containment-1440': I got up, I got insta-killed, what do you want me to do?"

Operations Center.

Many pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the screen, trying to predict the forward route of "Containment-1915."

This would at least allow more people to live a little longer in despair.

As long as they were still alive, there was still hope, and all of humanity still had hope.

"Commander, the next target of 'Containment-1915' has been confirmed."

The young officer picked up the command baton and pointed at the map.

"Right here, M City."

"M City?"

The commander frowned; this was not good news.

Even in peaceful times, evacuating crowds in a city was a difficult problem.

Let alone before a natural disaster.

Crowds would panic and become chaotic, lose calm and rationality, not act according to instructions, triggering traffic jams, traffic accidents, and stampedes.

Fortunately, "Containment-1915" moved slowly; there was at least several hours of evacuation time.

But, the wise had long realized that the more one feared something would happen, the more likely it was to happen.

In psychology, this is called "Murphy's Law."

Before the commander could give the order, the car door was rudely pulled open.

An officer ran in and roared:

"It's bad! The target has suddenly started moving at high speed and will arrive at M City in ten minutes!"

"What?!"

At the same time, M City.

"Woo—"

The piercing air-raid siren echoed throughout the city.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Don't cut in line! Be quick with your hands and feet!"

Local police, Foundation special task forces, and the military joined forces, using violent means to maintain order.

Ensuring that people's already fragile rationality would not completely collapse due to chaos.

They dispersed to various neighborhoods, directing the crowds to leave the danger zone in an orderly fashion.

Those who could drive left by themselves, those without cars squeezed into armored vehicles, those with limited mobility were pulled onto transport helicopters...

The entire city was a scene of heat, restlessness, and despair.

Time passed second by second.

The white sea of sand arrived at the edge of the city.

In the terrified gazes of the people, the gently wriggling sand tide swallowed one street after another.

And the speed of the "Thing of Absence" was even faster, simply striding like a meteor.

Following closely behind was destruction that was just as fast.

Before nightfall, the entire city had completely become history.

When night fell, a lonely figure stood under the sky, bathed in cold, chilly light.

That light did not belong to the moon, nor did it belong to the stars; it came from another world.

Through the completely annihilated world barrier, it shone on the "Thing of Absence," this supreme divinity.

It stood quietly at the empty intersection between the financial building and the residential area.

The mottled railway tracks had been working since before the old steam locomotives were abandoned, never replaced by new ones.

The "Thing of Absence" waited quietly for the starry night to come, and then burned.

That flame transcended all the constraints of the present world; when it burned, there was no warmth, no firelight, and it had nothing to do with the lives in myths and legends.

After burning, what remained was not charred matter, nor foul-smelling gas, but true "emptiness."

No matter could fill this void.

This was "emptiness" that reality could not bear, "emptiness" beyond human rationality.

At one moment, this was a city that once had a population of 500,000; after that, it ceased to exist. The sand tide had not yet visited, and only scars remained here; there was nothing to say.

Perhaps there had once been beautiful love stories here, some moving moments.

But for the "Thing of Absence," this existence of "absence," what difference did the existence and non-existence of reality make?

It was "absence," it was lack. ===== CHAPTER 310 =====